Postscript Poem by venus nevermind

I’m cleaning the house today, love,
because it’s snowing outside
and that I understood when you said
this was wrong
but that nothing is really over.

I’m cleaning the house today, love,
and I wanted to tell you that

I went to your gallery opening,
saw the contents of your head on paper
and I wasn’t that impressed.

(it isn’t so flattering anymore, love,
when you say I wear nothing so well.)

I’m cleaning the house today, love,
because you won’t
get gone.

Enclosed please find a bill for my services:

I expect payment in full by the end of the month.

It’s snowing outside, love,
Christmas is on the way,

And I think I might hate you.